From: Reiko Brennan
Date: Friday, March 13th
Time: 6:57 am
It's 13th Friday. Not that I am overly superstitious, but it leaves me a little nervous.
Nevermind.
Since doctor McKay left Atlantis, I find myself with much more spare time on my hands. Not that I mind consulting with him, it's my job to be here for everyone ... But this man is somewhat ... labor intensive. Mental note - teach Dr.McKay to be less addicted to his shrink.
I've been told I could use this time to catch up on all of my paperwork. So funny! Not. They say that psychology is an adventure. Well, nobody warned me I would get a stamp and folders instead of the hat and whip! Maybe I would give it all a second thought... re-think my life...
People in Atlantis are unique. No question about it. They would make a nice Zoo of doctor Hanibal Lecter. Ahem. Our leader is a paperwork addict, the leader of a military contingent has a hair wax addiction (at least I suspect so), one of the best scientists maintains huge collection of phobias (plus probably invented some I've never heard about before) and I could go on and on and on ...
I must admit I'm never bored here.
More like lethaly exhausted. Few cases of 'absolutely lost in the hallways' or fatal memory errors. I should learn to live in the moment. Well, to focus even when I'm not talking to a client. Knowing what happened to the late doctor Heightmayer doesn't really help...
Today I finally managed to hunt down doctor Weyland for an evaluation. She is always such a ... big issue. Not that I don't understand. As long as I'm concerned, she should be back home and having a therapy. At least she is not threatening anyone. Not like Mr.Grimm. Sometimes my job is a real pain in the @ss... Not looking forward that one.
Let's hope this day won't turn into the doomsday. Let the games begin.